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Well then here I am again. Last time I asked what is a dream? We discussed it superficially and now I think I will begin posting my oh so weird crazy dreams to be read at, laughed and basically enjoyed. That way you can analyze and try to find out what type of person I am. Am I comfortable spilling the beans? well n I am not but on the other hand I want to show the world that well crazy and weird people still exist and I am one of them..

Well Last night-today morning I had a series of subconscious manifestations during my REM sleep. However I will only post one.

I was transported back to the time when full-scale invasions were taking place and whole communities were either wiped out or completely subjugated by foreign powers. I happened to be among a small clan living in The Village Hidden in the Sands. Literally we were in a desert and if I am not wrong it was medieval Egypt. I was part of an assassination crew that was sent to wipe out this same village. I did my best to hide my victims from my fellow assassins but when i saw men, women and children being slaughtered left right and centre I happened to snap and i started defending the same village that i was sent to wipe out.

My fellow assassins surrounded me ready to attack and that would have been the end for me.. However the Deity of that land managed to envelope me in a bright white light and transported me to the future where I could get my revenge.

I was dropped off in an oval auditorium and was facing sixteen faces. Without being told I immediately knew that these were descendants of the assassins. Without hesitation I happened to discreetly run invisible strings around them all. For those of you who have watched the anime Akame Ga Kill my reference is to Lubber the green haired Night Raid member.

My first victim was a middle-aged lady whom I immediately snapped her neck to get the attention of the others. Now that I was centre stage, I took the role of Judge and Executioner. My theory was I had no issue with them slaughtering men and women. My problem was kids. To prove my point I strung a wire around the only child in the room and raised it a few inches high to drive home my point. Two of them actually got to their feet ready to strike me but I happened to easily snap their necks with my string.

To cut a long dream short, I snapped all their necks in half after making sure they had all regretted what their ancestors had done. I spared the child though so don’t preach double standards to me.

Now the questions:

What do you read about my nature?

Is my sense of justice wrong?

Should I have spared the child?

Am I just weird?

Answer those questions and if you want tell me.. If you don’t want even better. Until next time from Temporary Judge and Executioner, Interim Assassin and Avenger these are the Subconscious Manifestations of Resident of Phantasmagoria and Citizen of Dream Land; Upper 1st Tier Diamond Stand

What are dreams?. The dictionary defines dreams as: A series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep.

Here are various, definitions of dreams though: Matriachly, Dreams are an evil medium of communication. Personally, Dreams are an escape/ medium of interrealm interastral transport & communication. Religiously, Dreams are a medium of communication. Scientifically, Dreams are a manifestation of the subconscious.

Dreams are said are hard to remember?. I beg to differ on that point. Dreams are said to happen during REM sleep or rapid eye movement. During non-REM sleep one doesn’t dream. I have nothing to say on that point though. I may be the exception though on remembering dreams. I am basically a light sleeper. I happen to know what is always going on around me. When I wake up the recorder of dreams in me starts to download the dream to my brain but it usually needs a trigger to remember it. At times I will wake up knowing what the dream was but other times an external trigger is needed.

What is that trigger? You ask. Well ironically enough it is nothing but an everyday object or activity. Like today I had an epic dream and I woke up in that state but I just couldn’t remember it. So I stayed on the bed trying to remember though not too hard. Reason being I know the nature of my trigger is a simple everyday thing. So as I sat on the bed, the wind blew my curtains and it all came back to me. WIND was the trigger. What was the dream about?.

Before I begin, I beg you to please put my definition of dream and combine it with the scientific explanation. Then please note that of late I have started watching anime and reading both manga and manhwa. As of the moment I am reading on Kurosaki Ichigo.

My dream now. Well I will give you a clip. I happened to have some enemies targeting me for what, I don’t know. All I know is that they weren’t your normal bad guys but rather ones having powers that humans don’t have. I was taken under protection by the good guys with such powers. I too exhibited these powers. Anyway I happened to be captured by a three man cell and they tortured me by trying to turn me into a Reyko-Kabal human machine (Mortal Kombat). At one time I was even given the option of deciding whether they use an acid as an antiseptic or whether they cauterise my wound with a flame thrower. I said neither and using my wind affinity I tried to blow them away. Funny enough I remember Hinata Hyuuga using her Protection of Eight Trigrams to protect me. It was then I remembered I was targeted because of my high affinity to the elements. I had powers akin to an avatar only way more stronger. Meaning if say a fire controller was to attack me. The fire 🔥 would instead obey me.. That was why I was being targeted..

I wish to continue with the dream but that will do for now.. See, dreams can be remembered but unfortunately I don’t dream all the time. I have a dream journal whose concept I copied from Shark Boy and Lava Girl. I write down my dreams because it is now a habit and old habits die hard. Besides it is good to know what you secretly desire. I have had so many secret desires, the main one being having the ability to fly, and ironically in 70% of my dreams I do fly though I exhibit my acrophobic nature too.. I mean fly without wings just naturally breaking the law of gravity.

So next time you have a dream, as soon as you wake up, quickly jot it down and you will be amazed at what you desire or fantasize. Till another time, ciao and keep on dreaming..

This is what Romance told about me..
[Aeons back, when I was but a young youth, I fell in love with a damsel. We met on a social network during the autumn season. Aphrodite sent me her gifts and made me like HER. HER was a fine young lassie straight from high school- but we liked each other from the very start. She was my type, short, funny, spex-wearing, and the only lady that understood me well apart from those whom I monikered the BIG 4. We hit it on very well until all my friends knew I was love drunk. The great infallible love-hating Tungsten Chloride (WC) was in love. We met in October then and I truly fell in love. Finally November came along and I spent time with her before she had to travel. That Sunday was the best of my life. I remember my friends telling me never to attach myself to her. Oh! How I wish I had listened. The next day we never talked but at night on the social network we did. Apparently she had a prob with me- a very minor issue. I tried and cried to let her give me a chance- finally she did. But my patroness Pallas Athene Of The Flashing Eyes and Mighty Olympian Zeus played a dirty trick and made her to send me a ‘gift’. After that I said never again will I fall in love. I went through a lot of pain that month. Aegis-wearing Athene felt pity on me and send my BFF the lovely blonde Tracy to comfort me. Tracy helped me board the Singles’ Xpress and there I will remain. The only thing that bothered me was I never found out the real reason for our break up- as the reason she gave me, only a donkey will buy. If you want to torture a journalist/ author hide the truth from him- I still have not found the reason. Tracy, Athene, Fantasy and Magic, they know why but they refuse to tell me. Up till now I’ll never trust womenfolk unless they are my creations. All because of one girl.]
Well Nursery Rhyme and Poetry had tears in there eyes. Mystery looked at me: ‘The mystery of the love affair.’Drama shook his head sympathetically as Horror patted my back. Magic sneered at me while Romance knew that she and I would never recline on the same table. You wonder about my two favourites- Thriller and Suspense? They knew the story from before. Sci-Fi looked at me bored then took out an I-wrist -a device that was a comp, phone, music-player, video-player all in a silver-platinum bracelet. I-wrist will be available in the near future when I-pads will be phased out. Ne way he pressed play and took out mini-earphones.
I wiped a tear and Floetry saw me. She got up and said: ‘I had accused Novellah Synthesis of being heartless person. I mean he created HorrorFiction. But from his experience with HA he shed a tear that had so much emotion. I take back my words after all you are the father of Romance.’
She raised her golden buttercup and toasted whence we all drank to our future. The bluebells rang as everyone left. Thriller and Suspense winked at me before vanishing- they knew my secret.
It will only be fair for me to tell you- the I-Wrist has a holograph player. I never shed a tear. Suspense came back and kissed my forehead: ‘Good night Daddy, and Fantasy told me to tel u she knows your future wife..

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With that she vanished. Pshaw ati Tracy.. Fantasy no wonder the name suits you..
Anyway the lesson learnt is/ moral of the story is:

I called upon Romance to step up which she did. She was my main defense witness as you guessed right. She began with retelling about the first lovers Adam and Eve in Eden. After that Floetry pointed out that in my heartless self I chased them away from Eden by making them eat the fruit. I defended myself by stating that an even greater Author wrote down that story, not me. Romance then moved from love story to another- from Rapunzel to Bella to Snow White to Ariel to Romeo and Julliet, Joseph and Mary down to Julius Caesar and Cleopatra. Paris and Helena of Troy can’t be left out. You wonder how I survived? Well before I mention my reactions- Western was the only male enjoying it. Horror ironically viewed these stories as horror. Crime was busy formulating his next heist for the Pentagon. Thriller my favourite was far away in his mind, his sister was enjoying the stories for the two siblings at times collaborated to write a story. Drama was the only male who was gentlemanly enough to listen though it was evident upon closer inspection that he was struggling. Detective, Mystery, Fantasy and Magic being ladies, inclined there ears. That left me and Sci-Fi. We both had a device that filtered out the mushy parts- more like a censor on your telly-telly bunkum boxes or shnookum boxes-radio. These are the times I am glad I have him as the youngest child.

On the other side
Floetry, Poetry and N. Rhyme had tears in their eyes… Hmph women. Now the debate would have ended there and I would have attained a sweet and easy victory proving I had feelings. However, remember earlier mentioning the two powerful sisters? Well there is cold war between Science and Magic– dating aeons back

[Magic used to be very powerful,but when Science Snr. came along her influence reduced. This was because Science Snr. always worked with facts and always proved with logic and evidence. Magic however couldn’t and so people embraced moved to him. Then came the Church which gained power over the two. Had the two antagonists joined forces, church would never have been strong but water and paraffin can not mix. Hence, magni and scientist were killed by the dozens. Science Snr. reacted by forming Illuminati. Magic didn’t see the use of that and so she suffered the most casualties while Science Snr. didn’t. Of course you know now Science Snr. is powerful and respected. Now Science Snr. had an affair with Fantasy and gave birth to Science Fiction.

Sci-Fi is like magic but of scientific nature. Now Sci-Fi is loved by many and not despised as Magic was- and here in lies cause of that cold war.].Magic knew what we had done and she told Romance– of course she used her powers and tried to hide it, though me being her father I know all her tricks. Romance stared at me then opened a healing wound. It rent through my heart like red-hot no white-hot metal. Personally, I do not want to tell you, but my principles and the Interuniversal Information Dissemination and Archiving Guild Laws; which just so you know I wrote and created them myself, apply to all ME included. Besides Poetry will let the cat out of the bag- and women always draw the long bow.
Funny enough all my other children suddenly paid close attention as Romance begun the story on Me and Her. I will not name names here- author-pen-person confidentiality applies here..
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The first to arrive was Mystery– she appeared just as her name suggests, mysteriously. She is one quiet lady never talking much leaving you guessing about her. Her eyes however had a sparkle to them but they were devious.
Unlike his quiet sister, Drama arrived with pomp and fanfare- shouting and having adrenalin rush incidental music. He was a tall fellow and handsome (his aesthetics is proof enough ask the ladies he attracts). He parked his black Harley Davidson and winked at Poetry.Western, he came riding a dark wild stallion called Dark-Moon who neighed, and shook its head, its mane flying wildly across the bright moon. He disembarked took his lariat, and cocked his twin pistols. He clicked his boots and spun his spurs before heading over to us where he doffed his cowboy hat at the ladies.
‘Howdy pardna,’ he greeted Drama before seating on the grass.
A quiet young boy wearing angelic white lab coat and a pair of nerdy glasses arrived via a bright light. ‘Teleportation module active. Transferred from matrix A to B successfully.’ he muttered to himself- that’s Sci-Fi or Science Fiction.
Next was a dark-suited tall and thin man. He was dressed in a black suit from head to toe. He got out of his Alfa Romeo n unbuttoned his coat, two shoulder pistols visible- he was Crime.
As soon as he sat down, a young, sexy but determined lady drove up in a police car. Crime glared at her as she dusted her suit. She was Ms. DetectiveFiction.
The two siblings exchanged daggers and sat opposite each other- the air was tense but only for a moment as lively Adventure dropped from the sky. He landed with a BANG! on Floetry and guffawed before greeting us all. He is a jolly but dangerously active child.
Then came along the twins Fantasy n Magic– both are sweet when in good tempers but woe unto those who crosses them- the two sisters are very powerful.Thriller and Suspense the fraternical twins appeared- Thriller dived from a helicopter and released the parachute which he later tore away a few seconds later. He plunged down to earth and that would have been the end of him hadn’t he shot an inflatable mattress. He landed safely on it and winked Sci-Fi who smiled sheepishly. Suspense being a lady, didn’t do her brother’s antics and instead demurely stepped out of her exploding BMW. She blew me a kiss and sat besides her brother.

Finally Romance arrived on her dainty golden wings and floated down besides Poetry. She had in her hands, a golden lyre that matched with her golden hair. Her vibes filled the air and gave out an aura of peace- personally I never did like Romance, but she is my offspring and one must not hate on your kids. I prefer Thriller and Suspense very much- it isn’t favouring. I do not dislike the others though. Now we were about to begin the defense case when the black sheep of the Fiction Family showed up. Poetry, Floetry, Nursery Rhyme, Fantasy and Magic screamed louder than even his blood curdling, heart wrenching, ears shattering cries. He was a huge broad shouldered man having pale grey skin. His head tilted to one side. He had a missing eyeball and 1/2 his nose was missing. His right leg was whole but the left was pitiful remains of flesh and bone. A metal hacksaw stood out like a sore thumb on his head and dark red blood flowed freely from the open wound. Countless nails were hammered all over his body- HorrorFiction had arrived. Only Sci-Fi smiled warmly at him- even the rough and ready Western cringed at his sight..
I hugged him warmly and made him feel at home. The 3 ladies exchanged glances and nodded. I knew I had just given them three free points but I didn’t give a hoot..

Well I weighed my chances and thought- I have the whole night but on the other hand all my children-my prosic creations- emphasize that a man will never win an argument against a woman. But I am a daredevil and I said I will prove that hypothesis wrong. So I sat down and gazed at Floetry through my pince-nez. The other two watched me as I pulled out my weapons- a blank scroll and a feather quill. With that I cleared my throat and begun speaking as my words wrote themselves on the scroll.
{Which appeared first poetry or prose? It is poetry up to there I agree but prose is far much read than poetry. The ladies of course had a problem with that. They ‘reasoned’ with me but I stood ground after all people do not talk in ‘poetry’ its in prose. I had the joy of seeing damsel Rhyme back me up, though silently.
Floetry then challenged me to prove I had feelings. I have two sons- Fiction and Non-fiction. I called n Fiction’s children-Drama, Suspense, Adventure, Crime, Horror, Mystery, Sci-fi, Western, Thriller, Fantasy, Detective, Romance and Magic.. It wouldn’t do you justice if i didn’t describe my family, as they will affect the story.. So let me begin

Larry sighed loudly as the trees rushed past him in the opposite direction. He shut his blue eyes for a second then opened them. His gaze fell on the silver bracelet on his left hand. He touched it subconsciously feeling the grooves on it. For twelve full years, the bracelet had always been on his hand, never budging nor losing its lustre. He had stopped his countless attempts to remove it.

The last attempt had seen him taken to a hospital under strict hawk-eye watch. This was because h e was seen as a suicidal person and fairly obsessed with cutting off his left hand. He had gone for therapy and counselling sessions to help out the deranged mind. All his doctors had a similar report- a young child obsessed with a crazy “bracelet” around his arm.

In the end, Larry withdrew from the outside world and put up walls that even The Great Wall of China was a dwarf besides his. He was ten by then and slightly over three feet in height. His stature made him look too tall for his age as he was thin. A light skinned Caucasian with shocking white hair. As much as he was thin, he was ever energetic and strong.

It was for the last reason that finally he was allowed to be free to join a summer camp. His doctor had written favourable reports about Larry. For once in his life, he would not be under anyone’s watchful eye. Or so he thought.

As the train rumbled on, spewing out black thick smoke, two young men sat across him in the coach. One of them in a tweed coat was dozing, snoring loudly. The other in a black Italian suit, was reading a newspaper carefully. The other seven passengers, most of whom were women were busy chattering within themselves. He was the only unaccompanied youngster on board the train.

His tummy grumbled loudly as a feeling of acute hunger arose in him. He ignored it but in vain. Finally, unable to bear it, he looked around before getting up. He slid the coach door open and walked out. The sleeping man suddenly stopped snoring and got up quickly. He peered around then stood up. He took in a deep breath then opened the door.

The tweed man walked down the hallway then stopped dead in his tracks. His hairs stood up on end. The next moment he heard a loud scream coming from the next coach. He pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged woman down on the floor bleeding from her neck. Two of her companions were besides her, one still screaming. He shut the door and went back to his coach. He found Larry back in his seat, gazing out at the setting sun. He swore he could make out three red spots on Larry’s white collar.

‘Okay, the McAllister is due for 5pm,’ the stationmaster said over the phone. He nodded his big oval head then said, ‘Yes, the items are on board and under surveillance. Right now it should be passing through the Rolling-Stones Valley point.’ He listened some more then hung up. He sat down and put his feet up as a wide smile formed in his face.

‘Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, the four principal elements.’ The professor said. He strode into the classroom and all the purple-robed students stopped to listen to Professor Skittles.

‘Spirit,’ an eleven year old boy added. Professor Skittles nodded, ‘Yes, that’s the fifth element. Finally, there is a sixth element.’

His heart warmed as everyone paid more than the usual attention to him. He put down his book then cleared his throat. ‘The sixth element is not yet accepted and even less than Spirit. Let us take a journey back in time to millennia past, before the creation of humans.’

Professor Skittles waved his hand and the room turned pitch black. Another wave and the classroom walls instantly vanished. The students gasped in awe as the room became one large open night sky. A few tried to touch the stars that floated all over. A comet passed overhead, lighting the starry room an incandescent white-blue. Professor Skittles’ voice now issued everywhere as if he was omnipresent.

Four beautiful women stood before a large hall. A red carpet ran all the way to the raised platform with two muscular brawny men eyeing them. All around were white ghostlike beings floating in the air. The two giants placed golden bracelets around their wrists.

The first of the women had brown eyes and hair and the ground shook slightly as she was acknowledged. Her name was TERRA.

The second to be acknowledged had a veil round her head flowing down to cover her face. However her eyes shone a brilliant white through the veil. A breeze fluttered into the room. She was VENTUS.

The third was also similarly veiled but her eyes were as clear as a blue diamond crystal. UNDA was her name.

The last one had flaming red hair and orange eyes. FLAMMA she was called. She took her position between TERRA and VENTUS staying as far away as she could from UNDA.

The four women got down on their knees after which they stood up. The two giants then turned and started to leave when one of them stopped. He muttered rapidly beneath his breath and darkness quickly descended upon the castle. FLAMMA heated up to give forth light. The other three were then able to make out hooded shadows surround them. FLAMMA continued giving forth light, burning brighter with each second but in the process she increased the heat. UNDA used her powers to counteract the heat as TERRA and VENTUS fought off the Shadow Demons.

The students watched in dumb awe as the battle raged on for long. No one realized they were holding their breath as they watched. After two days of fighting, VENTUS was wounded making the girls in the class shriek. For half a day, TERRA continued fighting, the only active combatant as FLAMMA was still providing light and UNDA was counteracting the heat. Just as a Shadow Demon was about to strike TERRA in the heart, a loud fizzling sound was heard followed by a lightning bolt that blasted the demon to smithereens. A fifth woman appeared by the Titans side.

‘LEVITUS,’ the same eleven year old boy whispered.

LEVITUS eyed TERRA and FLAMMA coldly. A flurry of fear spread through her though it quickly disappeared when she saw UNDA who sneered at her. When she saw VENTUS down, she was so enraged that she howled in anger. The sound of a thousand thunders pierced the air though Professor Skittles toned it down for the delicate young ears.

LEVITUS drew from her well and in less than five minutes she had obliterated the demons. Only the two elder titans now stood in her way.

She threw two jolts at them but a wall of rock shot up and blocked the bolts. She turned round to see a wicked smile on the three titans faces. It dawned on her hitting her like a diesel train on full speed. She turned to face her two uncles who gazed at her with a mixture of pity and arrogance. She shut her eyes and opened them her eyes blazing but not out of anger.

TERRA acted much faster and trapped LEVITUS to the ground where her powers were rendered harmless. Then FLAMMA threw a stream of orange fire at her. LEVITUS wondered why FLAMMA was attacking her yet they both knew fire couldn’t harm her. It hit her a microsecond before UNDA stepped forward. She froze and waited for the excruciating pain that would quickly come. FLAMMA had just opened up UNDA –expanding her in other words.

The moment the first jet of water hit her, she let out an ear-piercing scream that pierced the air. VENTUS stirred and opened her eyes only to see the grisly scene. Her wound forgotten, she jumped to her feet, eyes glowing snow-white as the winds bent to her will. The four winds spun round the castle picking up speed, entangling UNDA and FLAMMA together. At impact they both passed out.

TERRA was picked up and hurled out from the castle. VENTUS ran quickly to LEVITUS who was slowly allowing Hades to carry her.

‘I don’t blame you sister,’ she whispered. VENTUS held her head and watched as her life ebbed away. She felt a timid touch on her shoulder and knew her younger sister Spirit had come. Spirit stretched out her hand at the two giants who collapsed instantly. VENTUS and SPIRIT then carried LEVITUS out of the castle.

The students were back in the classroom- a few of them had tears in their eyes. Professor retuned the light then said, ‘Yes, LEVITUS is the sixth element. Now I want a five scroll report on Divinity in Ancient Greece. If I am not mistaken then I know I have helped you with assignment that Professor Barney gave you yesterday evening.’

Five minute later the bell rang and all except the eleven year old boy rushed out.

‘Professor,’ he called out.

‘Yes Dilan,’ skittles said looking up at his young student with spiky jet-black hair. He took the report that he was handed and smiled as he said:

‘Ahead as usual I see. I’ll go through it and get back to you.’

Dilan ran out, pleased with himself.

‘First we use the longest route possible and now we are slowing down,’ one lady grumbled. As it was dark outside, Larry took a lantern and placed it at his headrest. He shook his head as the tweed man let out an exceptionally loud snore. Larry took a swigful of a red drink in his bottle. He wiped his mouth wondering why they were slowing down.

According to his knowledge, they were already two hours behind time. The usual line had been blocked by rocks and boulders forcing the train to back track about six miles in order to use the Mountain of the Moon route.

Larry wondered how someone could sleep as heartily as the tweed man. His travelling mate was not even bothered by the fact that his head was on his lap. The only other interesting event, had taken place earlier with the sudden bleeding of the woman in the next coach. He took another swig of his red drink, swallowing it with pleasure. The train came to a grinding halt and stopped in a tunnel just at the foot of the mountain.

Then he felt it.

For the third time in his life, a scar, he usually hid from view started to send impulses to his brain. He felt as if his hand was on fire while being supported by red hot pins. He stifled a gasp as a tear rolled down his eyes. A gasp escaped his throat as he dug his fingers into the armrests, his knuckles turning white. One of the ladies looked at his expression.

She asked him if he was alright but he barely heard it. The pain was growing rapidly as he blinked back his tears. The tweed man was now awake watching Larry closely. Something quickly passed outside his window and tweeds stood up. The door suddenly opened and flung the tweed man away across the coach. A tall heavily built growling figure stood at the doorway. The pain shot to his brain and Larry let out a loud piercing scream.

The lady looked up and cursed. The figure stepped forward into the light. Larry was curled into a protective ball resembling a hedgehog. The bracelet oh his arm rapidly gained temperature before turning ice cold and the tempo increased as the footsteps approached him.

Glass shattered raining slivers everywhere as the woman was snatched outside. Larry opened his eyes for a moment to see a hairy dark monster with long deadly claws moving towards him. It had two horns on either side, curled up like a ram’s. It walked on two hooves and had a short stubby tail. It had a wolf’s head baring its rows of deadly teeth. It growled menacingly advancing on Larry.

A poof! attracted its supersensitive ears. It turned round to see a tall thin man adorned in a flowing red cape stand behind him. A tall bowler hat cocked slightly to his left on his head. He moved forward elegantly like a courtier and stood besides the creature staring at the curled up creature.

‘Hallo Wolfsan,’ the man said coldly sending cold shivers up Larry’s spine. He heard the creature give out a howl, a growl then replied, ‘Greetings Count.’

Wolfsan was now in his human form- heavy set with a large beard and an oval shaped head.

‘It is all yours,’ he said pointing at Larry. The Count stared at Larry then turned to Wolfsan, ‘You do not know how long I waited for this moment.’

‘You should be more grateful,’ Wolfsan growled, ‘My brothers had to roll the obstructions onto the line otherwise you wouldn’t have been standing here now.’

‘An easy feat for you considering you are the stationmaster and your pack has strength,’ The Count said as coldly as ever. Besides in the end I would still get the boy. Let’s go, I have only had one human meal this whole journey, I have to return to the Puritans. When you see a half blood, do me a favour and kill it.’

‘With pleasure, Dracula,’ Wolfsan growled.

Larry heard the whole conversation though he was still in pain. He noticed his head was clearing up and it then dawned on him that before him was a lamia and lycanthrope- mythical creatures that were not known to exist. His scar was slowly retreating to a dull throb though the bracelet was still alternating frequently between red hot and ice cold. He slowly moved his hand to his knapsack as he quickly planned an escape.

He was surprised to see tweeds appear besides him slightly startling the two creatures. Tweed then spoke in a soft voice, ‘Over my dead body.’

‘As you wish,’ Wolfsan growled and jumped on the man. Tweeds waved his hand and Wolfsan was flung across the coach.

‘LEP!’ Dracula spat his name and twirled his pinkie finger.

Lep countered the tornado by creating a counter wind. As the two battled Larry looked up and saw the open window that was his only chance. He waited for the perfect chance when the two were deadlocked and he acted. He dived through the window, landing on his feet and he quickly scrambled from the tracks. He wore his knapsack and ran through the open plain.

Half a kilometre away he heard an angry roar coming from the train. He figured tweeds or Lep as the lamia had called him had been defeated and the two creatures were now after him. A loud thump sounded besides him, he looked back to see the wolfish creature hot on his heels. He increased his speed and the distance between them increased.

A shadow passed overhead and he correctly guessed the vampire was on him. A poof by his side confirmed it.

‘For a human you are very fast,’ the Count told him matching his speed. Larry increased his speed, astounding Dracula. He transmogrified back into a bat and disappeared. He appeared ahead of Larry in his regal courtier vampire self.

‘Your pathetic speed is no match for my powers, kit,’ he whispered dangerously and Larry saw the vampire’s eyes turn death black. He was frozen in his place and his eyes automatically moved and locked gaze with Dracula’s.

‘You shall now be subservient to me. I command you to stop fighting,’ he heard Dracula whispering in his head. As much as Larry was frightened, a part of his mind wondered what the vampire was doing. His subconscious kicked into gear and he remembered back home all doctors tried to hold a swinging pendulum in order to hypnotize him. It usually ended with them going to sleep and he showing himself out. He stared without blinking into Dracula’s eyes. The Count stopped in surprise.

HOW? He had used Compel on the human. Yet it did not affect him. He looked curiously at the boy before his eyes fell on the bracelet. Larry felt Dracula looking at his left hand and he was surprised as it registered that the creature could see it. However, he was more surprised when he saw a wave of fear wash the lamia’s face.

Wolfsan caught up and suddenly stopped upon seeing The Count’s composure. He could smell fear from the lamia and he wondered why, as Dracula was the most powerful pure blood vampire. He was on The Council of Four- and he was feared by everyone.

It was then that he followed Dracula’s gaze then shuddered. Silverware was not good for Wolfsan as a werewolf. He still wondered why Dracula was scared until he saw the engraving on the bracelet. The star in the circle was definitely not a good sign for them. Even as he thought that the star shone brightly.

The two looked at each other as mutual understanding passed between them. They blasted a wave of dark energy at him- enough to kill an elephant- at the boy. Larry was hit by the wave and thrown across the field. He landed in a heap and struggled to his feet. He heard the rush of a second wave head for him. He instinctively raised his hand and got a shock when a wall of earth shot up to protect him.

He then was able to see the star shining brightly. His head started throbbing but not painfully and he swore he felt something enter him as the face of tweeds appeared. He heard the vampire teleport as the wolf charged at him. Dracula reappeared behind him and thrust a jolt at him.

Larry was ready and he felt water running beneath him. Up shot a mud wall to his back and an earth wall to his front. Bane struck the earth wall hardly breaking a tooth. Wolfsan got to his feet as the dark energy wave struck the mud wall.

The Count shot another wave at him as Wolfsan changed back to human form. Larry ducked quickly, the wave missing him by his teeth’s skin. Wolfsan muttered something and Larry felt another wave approach him, he waved his hand and felt a force pulling him gently.

‘Did he just open a vortex?’ Wolfsan asked.

‘Lep!’ muttered the lamia watching as the vortex opened wider. ‘That wizard should have been killed eons ago.’

The circular vortex flashed with silver lightning bolts spreading open an inch every second. The wind picked up speed around the field and Wolfsan felt something being drawn from him. He looked at his hands and gave a low gasp. Black light was flowing from his hands and slowly heading to the vortex.

‘That’s no vortex, it is a—’

‘Magic Sinkhole.’ Dracula finished for him. ‘I think Lep transferred all his knowledge to the kid. This makes him too dangerous, time to get serious.’

Dracula muttered to himself and a vortex appeared to his left, the difference being his expanded rapidly and instead of flashing silver bolts it flashed green bolts. Wolfsan felt his powers flowing back to him as three tentacles appeared from The Count’s vortex. Larry felt his vortex close and watched in fear and awe as the three tentacles became four then seven, ten and then thirteen.

The tentacles were black in colour and were scaly with suckers the size of his head on the underside. They stretched out looking for a firm foothold for whatever creature the belonged to. His bracelet turned red hot suddenly and the star shone a dazzling blinding white. The light enveloped him as a monstrous gigantic squid stepped out of the vortex giving out a mighty roar that felled three nearby trees.

It smelled the air finding the scent it wanted. It cocked its beak at The Count, the Lycan and finally at the white light. It raised one of its tentacles and dropped it at the white light.

Larry felt the approaching missile and he brought up fire and shot it up to meet the limb. The limb was scorched to ashes and the squid let out an agonized roar. He shot more flames at the tentacles until he had scorched all of them. He then turned his attention to the lamia and with a twirl of his wind he caused a tornado to hit it. At the lycan he aimed a block of earth that he summoned from the ground.

Dracula got to his feet an angry black look on his face as he shot a fire wall at the boy. Larry created a wall of water that met with the firewall and immediately shot a front of air. Hot water rained down on the lamia and he roared in anger.

Wolfsan turned back to wolf and charged at the boy. Larry quickly shifted his attention to the lycan and summoned the earth to help him. Vines, lianas and creepers shot up from the ground and started wrapping themselves around the creature, cocooning him.

A giant tentacle struck him and threw him across the field back to where the train was. He got to his feet though he was close to fainting. Through his half closed eyes he could make out the squid heading for him.

A voice in his head coldly said, ‘I forgot to mention it is a hydra. Kit, I have been at this for thousands of years. ’

Exhausted and tired Larry sank to the ground. He saw Wolfsan head for him, jaws and teeth bared wide open. The star on his bracelet lost its glow, glowed brightly for a second before it petered out.